“A maiden young and fair was she
Brought up in high society
An airman young and bold was he
Who brought this maiden to despair.
Now when her apron strings would meet
He’d walk with her through snow and sleet
But when those strings they would not meet
He’d pass her by out in the street.
Her father, coming home one night,
Found his house without a light
He went upstairs to go to bed
When suddenly he turned his head.
He went into his daughter’s room
And found her hanging by a rope
He took his knife and cut her down
And on her breast he found this note:
“I wish my baby had been born
Before these troubles had begun
So dig my grave both wide and deep
And lay white lilies at my feet”.
Now all you airmen bear in mind
A girl’s true love is hard to find
So if you find one good and true
Don’t change the old love for the new!
Kindly re-typed by one of our volunteers Lynn Herron
At the going down of the sun, and in the morning we will remember
them. - Laurence
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